Boogies Poems - Poems about Boogies

... A city of festivities glitter bright To celebrate a special joyful night, Gingerbread man boogies with delight, Snowmen waltz, what a charming sight! He is decorated with a galore of candy, ......

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...When I was a young lad in the prime of life Never thought I'd still be around When my driver's license said, “older than dirt!” And my mind was no longer sound But I can get away with a......

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...First Freeze Aspen leaves quaking shivering Beneath coats of freak September snow… Gold sequins sparkle through a cloak of ice New sunlight captures glitter Captivates - no fool’s gold Ou......

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...When I was a young lad in the prime of life Never thought I'd still be around When my driver's license said, “older than dirt!” And my mind was no longer sound But I can get away with a......

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...I was dancing and prancing And singing whooped Dee Dee Not realizing I was not alone Until he opened his shirt to me He threw out the mayo, some jam and some jelly, a real hoot. I caught the ......

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...Depends on what shirt I've been wearing The colour, the texture and pile I may get a mountain or molehill I know either way it smells vile My navel resembles a cauldron A mixture of cottons and ......

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...Today I stopped to smell a rose And got a fairy in my nose. She buzzed her little fairy wings She kicked and punched and other things. It kind of tickled as she fought But all her struggling w......

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...When I was a young lad in the prime of life Never thought I'd still be around When my driver's license said, “older than dirt!” And my mind was no longer sound But I can get away with a......

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...They talk and talk Running in circles Trying to make sense Of what they have, between the two of them. They both have a lot of baggage, I suppose Old wounds that haven’t entirely healed Memories tha......

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...Depends on what shirt I've been wearing The colour, the texture and pile I may get a mountain or molehill I know either way it smells vile My navel resembles a cauldron A mixture of cott......

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...I can take my nose off my face and put my it between my fingers It does not drip, or sneeze, nor do boogies linger. I can also put my nose back. Nobody else I know can do that. I can wiggle m......

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...It lived in the toy box It lived under the bed It lived in the closet And under the shed It lived in the basement All musty and dark It lived in the hallway It lived in the park It lived......

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...SOPHIA’S POEM Cheerios across the floor Pen marks on the walls Paint on my new carpet I can’t take it all! Books touched by jammy fingers Chocolate on my cat Boogies on my sofa Who coul......

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